DP Daily Prompt: Age-old Questions

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“Age is just a number,”says the well-worn adage.But is it a number you care about or one you tend(or try) to ignore?

For some people age is just a number, there are others who cannot wait to be a certain age to drive a car, live an independent life from parents or guardians, when they do not have to get permission to do whatever they want.

I recall once reading about a ten month old baby, who was crawling in his mother’s kitchen, he found a paper on the floor, grabbed it and put it in his mouth, this is exactly a baby that age does. His mother took the paper from him and said, “You do not put it in your mouth, this is what you do,”she took a pencil and wrote a few letters of the alphabet. She continued cooking as usual. When she turned around she was amazed, the letters were copied exactly like hers, not believing her ten month old had written those letters, this time she wrote all twenty-six letters of the alphabet on the piece of paper and left it on the floor, she continued cooking but really wanted to know what her ten month old would do with it. She was stunned when she saw the letters were copied by him exactly  like hers.

This boy went to the university when he was ten years old. I know you will say, not all ten year old’s go to the university at that young age he was just an exceptional kid. I know that too, for him age was only a number!

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DP Daily Prompt: Road Tripping

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‘Tis the season for road trips– if time and money were out of the equation, what car -based adventure would you go on?( if you don’t or can’t drive, any land based journey counts.

I’d love to take a road trip to Montreal, I know from St.John’s to Port aux Basques will take at least ten hours by car, we’d have to get a ferry from there to North Sydney, Nova Scotia. From North Sydney we’d drive to New Brunswick, we have to stop overnight in a motel. Early morning after breakfast we’d drive as far as Quebec City. We will stay overnight in a hotel or motel near the highway. From Quebec City we’d take the highway to the city of Montreal. We’d stay in the same apartment we stayed the last two years.

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365 Writing Prompts: Back to school

If you could take a break from your life and go back to school to master a subject, what would it be?

If I did get the opportunity to go back to school I’d like to study Philosophy. My interest is in Metaphysics.

We all by nature have a desire to know. The indication of this is the delight we take in our senses; apart from them being useful they are loved for themselves; and above all others is the sense of sight.Even when we are not going to do anything , we prefer seeing. The reason this, most of all the senses , it brings to light many different things.

We do not regard any of these senses as wisdom; yet they do give the most authoritative knowledge of particulars. They do not tell us ‘why’ of anything— such as why is fire hot; they only say it is hot.These and many other questions that I have will help me learn if I invest some time in this subject.

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five minute fiction: Fearless

Lillie McFerrin Writes

Geeta a twenty year old college student once told her friends she was not afraid of anyone or anything, her friend Nellie challenged her she said, “Come to my party this week-end, I’ll see how much of your claim is believable.

Geeta was prepared, she felt the week-end was not coming soon enough.

On the day of the party Geeta was thrilled, she felt Nellie made an idle threat, she was going to show what she is made of.

At five thirty  that day  Geeta left the house and took a bus to Nellie’s house, she got off at the right stop and was walking along the street, all of a sudden a noise startled her, thinking it was a noise made by some foolish kid, she moved on, then to her dismay the noise became louder, she ignored this noise too and didn’t think anyone was trying to get her attention,she looked around to see where the noise was coming from, there was nothing visible, she had barely taken a step when she saw a giant figure, she couldn’t tell if it was a man or a beast, she turned around to go the other way, the creature grabbed her, she froze and started trembling violently, all that came out of her was,”Let me go please”.

Then the most unbelievable thing happened, there in front of her was Nellie, laughing like a crazy person,”Well Gita  I know what you mean by you are not afraid, now that I got my answer let’s go home for dinner,Mom cooked the most delicious meal just for you the fearless girl!”

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365 Writing Prompts: A friend in need…

Finish this sentence : My closest friend is…

My closest friend is Dilruba, she also lives in Canada. I met her the first day I landed in Canada.She and her husband came with my husband to receive me. They knew my husband for sometime. It worked out well for us.

We lived in the same apartment building, I saw her everyday. We went for long walks daily, our favorite place was Van Horne in Montreal.

Dilruba and her husband are always good to us, I ask them to send some food items which is not available where I live. I stay with them when I go to Montreal, she is a very reliable person.

She is what I call “A friend in need is a friend indeed.”

 

DP Daily Prompts: On Bees And Effs

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Do you or did you ever –have a Best Friend? do you believe in the idea of one person whose friendship matters the most? Tell us a story of your BFF( or a lack thereof.

I do have a best friend, it just happened I wasn’t looking for one. I am not sure I believed in the idea of having a BFF.

I met her in the university, she enrolled a year before me in the post graduate course in History, she opted not to write the first year exam because she felt she was not prepared . She repeated the course, I met her then. By nature I’m very quiet when in a public place as in the university. My silence was mistakenly read as, ‘I am a very proud person’.

Her name is Mini, she comes from a wealthy family, in contrast my parents were not rich, my Dad was a civil servant who had a 9 to 5 job.

I am not a very social person, therefore I do not make friends easily. How she and I became friends is strange. One day she volunteered to go with me to the library, it surprised me, she didn’t strike me as someone studious. Anyway her reason was to let me know about our other classmate. Mini was one of those people who believed her classmates should share their notes with each other, it wasn’t the case with this person, she complained, I listened. She also wanted to find out what sort of a person was I, she was not disappointed I shared all of my notes.

We were room-mates also in the dormitory, we became friends, she took me to her sister’s house, she had another sister who sent cooked food for us, we were having a great time. Our friendship was stronger, I was invited by her sisters whenever they had a party. Things went well we saw each other regularly.

I had to move to Canada after I got married, we didn’t write to each other, our friendship did not end, lack of correspondence with each other drifted us apart. I do visit her when I go to Dhaka, we have long conversation, she is still as nice as she was the first time I met her!

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DP Daily Prompts: Musical Marker

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We all have songs that remind us of specific periods and events in our lives. Twenty years from now, which song will remind you of the summer of 2014.

Life is precious and whether we’re having a good time or completely opposite, we try to hold on to it hoping tomorrow the sun will shine, with these thoughts in mind I feel I cannot count on twenty years later. It does not make me a pessimist when I say that but a realist.

I will attempt to write about the life I had as a young kid. I was very fond of songs,poetry, and music. I sat in the corner of my house each day and sang the songs I learned in school.

One of the songs I loved was:

Oh give me a home where the buffaloes roam and the deer and the antelopes play

Where never is heard a discouraging word and the sky is not cloudy all day

a home on the range where the deer and the antelopes play!

The modern songs cannot match this beautiful song and its lyrics are so meaningful.

From where I am now I’d rather appreciate the songs of long ago.I leave you with this song which is my favorite :

My mind to me a kingdom is such perfect joy therein I find.

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365 Writing Prompts:From A to Z

Create a short story piece of memoir, or epic poem that is 26 sentences long, in which the first sentence begins with “A” and each sentence thereafter begins with the next letter of the alphabet.

A devout Muslim was he.

Born in Punjab in 1877.

Came to this world with a purpose in mind.

Determined he was to leave a mark in this world.

Early in life he wowed the people around him.

Father was a devout Muslim.

Graduated with English literature Philosophy and Arabic.

He wrote poems that made him famous.

In Italy he met Mussolini.

Joined the staff of Cambridge to teach Arabic.

Kashmiri Brahmin was his ancestors.

Laughter was his favorite word.

Munich was the university where he got his doctorate degree.

Never hesitated to achieve his goal.

Oh how he toiled and labored.

Poetry was his favorite pastime.

Questions he seldom asked.

Revived he the glory of the Arabs in Spain in his mind.

Said prayers in the mosque of Cordoba.

Told he a  Mumin is he who has a smile on his lips when death comes.

Unity was his motto for all the Muslims.

Victory is what we must strive for was his belief.

Who says we are not capable was his question?

Xenophobe he wasn’t.

You can read his writings if you don’t know.

Zenith of fame I have reached  it’s time to bid goodbye!

Allama Iqbal recited these touching few lines a few minutes before his death:

The departed melody may return or not!

The Zephyr from Hijaz may blow again or not!

The days of this Faqir has come to an end.

Another seer may come or not !

He breathed his last in the early hours of April 21st, 1938, in the arms of his old and devoted servant, leaving a host of mourners all over the Islamic world.There was a faint smile playing on his lips, which reminded one of the last criterions , he laid down for a truthful Muslim.” I tell you the sign of a Mumin when death comes there is a smile on his lips.”

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DP Daily Prompts: Adult Visions

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As a kid, you must have imagined what it was like to be an adult. Now that you’re a grownup( or becoming one) , how far off  was your idea of adult life.

When I was a kid I only saw my parents as adults, in my opinion then it meant they have a lot of power, they can tell us what we can and cannot do, in my case the little bit of money I had I wasn’t allowed to buy any kind of junk food, because according to my dad I’d be sick. I wasn’t sure what I am to do with the money if buying junk food is not allowed.

Then mom would force me to eat food I disliked such as egg, eggs always made me sick, my mom only believed me when I threw up, after this incidence mom stopped forcing me to eat eggs.

Oh I forgot to mention my big sister she was really a pain, whenever I wasn’t able to complete my homework I’d stay home, I was afraid of the punishment by the nuns, they were strict. On the day when I stayed home the school bus driver would keep honking for more than five minutes, I knew I was in trouble then. My Dad was very sweet he’d call me from his room and say ‘Ranu , you didn’t go to school?’

I’d say, ‘Dad I have a tummy ache .’

Dad wouldn’t ask another question, my sister was a whole different personality, she’d scream from her room and yell,”Rani you didn’t go to school?”

Notice how Ranu became Rani, to her it meant she was the boss and to show it the spelling of my name changed.

In my mind I thought when will I be able to boss around younger kids like my sister.

I didn’t like being nasty to younger kids, also if I wanted their attention I’d have to be nice or no one would care to listen to me.

When I’m upset the only thing that works for me is,”Silence”, if I stop talking my kids are afraid.

I was far off I thought when I grow up I’ll also be bossy like my sister, but I soon realized that kind of thing turns off young and old alike.

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365 Writing Prompts: You the sandwich

If the restaurant were to name something after you, what would it be? Describe it(Bonus points for writing a recipe!)

I think if a restaurant were to name after me it would be called Ranu’s Ras Malai. It is a dessert popular in Bengal. The ingredients are simple, you will need sugar, homogenized milk , half and half cream,lemon or white vinegar,butter and a tablespoon of flour.

Recipe for ‘Ras Malai’

1.Whole milk —2 litres

2. Sugar–2 cups

3. half and half cream–1 litre

4. fresh lemon juice or  white vinegar — 3/4 th cup

5. butter– 2 tablespoons

6.flour — 1 tablespoon

Method:

Heat the whole milk in a saucepan, do not turn the heat high, the milk will burn at the bottom, start with low heat until the milk comes to room temperature, raise the heat slightly high, avoiding it to burn at the bottom. When the milk comes to full boil, pour in the lemon juice or white vinegar, both will curdle the milk. When the water and milk solids separate, turn off the stove, take the saucepan off and carefully pour the milk solids in a cheese cloth. When the water is drained and the milk solids i.e the cheese is cool, squeeze out any excess water.

At this stage the cheese will be dry,mix it with one  tablespoon of flour and two tablespoons of soft butter. Knead the combined flour, cheese and butter, until it is soft and pliable. Start by taking a teaspoon in your hand and form into round or oval shape till you use all of the mixture.

Next step is cooking the shapes in boiling syrup of water and sugar mixture.

To make the syrup use the two cups of sugar and two and a half cups of water. In a sauce pan pour the sugar and the water, place it on the stove and let it boil for five minutes, then gently put the cheese shapes in the syrup while it is boiling, Do not put too many at once, the cheese shapes will increase in size, each needs room to expand, they must not rub against each other or they’ll break, boil for seven minutes and turn down the heat to medium low and keep it for 15 minutes,after fifteen minutes turn the stove temperature down to low to simmer for another 15 minutes.

While the cheese shapes are cooking, in a separate saucepan, pour the half and half cream, turn the burner on to low, when it comes to boiling point take out the cheese shapes from the syrup  gently  one at a time and put them in the cream.Give it enough time to soak in the cream, do not raise the heat.

When the dessert is cooked, pour it in an oval or round bowl. Slice a handful of pistachios and use it to garnish the finished product.

Ras means syrup

malai means cheese

Ras malai= cheese in syrup.

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